The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-03-25

1 letting IN Hood Of sunshine, and The
hens and turkeys-regularly let. out by
Abram, the ''hired man, for a
Wednesday and Saturday half-holiday
were wandering in and out, clucking
and scratching, their spirits evidently
elated by the feeling of spring in the
air. The old gobbler spread his wings
until they scraped the floor, and
strutted majestically before Oily, as If
i to show her how much more worthy he
of being put into picture than
old Crumple and her calf, and the pert
young bantam rooster was so anxious
to bring himself into notice that he
Perched upon the ladder and persisted
in growing as shrilly as if it were five
o'clock in the morning, although his
mother and the other matrons loudly
clucked scorn at him.
sgd came in, and began 10 reckon,
with piece of chalk on a barTel-head,
the probable expense of keeping three
/ guinea-pigs which had been offered
him as pets; they were bewitchingly
eurly-tailed, and sgd wanted them-he
was but boy, although he had such a
prudent mind-but he couldn't make
the figures come small enough, and he
renowned the guinea-pigs with great
sigh.
''Oh, sgd, can't draw him, he is so
uglyr' said Oily, laying her pencil
down and echoing his sigh.
''He looks somehow as If he didn't
all belong tOgether-like dissected ami
mails when you get them mixed up, "
said sgd, surveying the calf with an
unprecedented air.
81 believe 1 can draw horses better,
anyway" said Oily. II wish Beauty
colt hadn't grown up and been sold.
There never was a colt like Aladdin,
anyway"
''That 'Laddin of yourn? Well, he
was fair to middlin' for looks"
They both started at the voice. Josh
Haight was coming in at the barn door.
he was an awkward, hulking fellow
of sixteen, generally considered some
what foolish who lived on 1.-THE
back road" nearly mile out of the
village. He went about doing odd
jobs, and was on familiar terms with
every body:
'But just wish you could see a colt
that we've got to our place a-parsterin'
for city gentleman continued Josh.
"Oh, is he very pretty?" cried billy,
eagerly. "And does he look at all like
Beauty? Would you let me draw
himP"
81 guess there's mOre'n you that
wants to draw i'm, ~ said Josh, shak-
ing his head with an air of great i'm
portance. "But you're always kind o.
friendly, an them's uncommon good
cherries you've got in your garden"
"You shall have ever so many when
they're ripe, Josh, " said billy, eff
you'll bring the colt over here two or
three afternoons. / want to sketch
him standing beside Beauty"
just say it in quarts an pecks, y
said Josh, who, although he was fool
ish, was still Yankee.
Give, QUARTS peck, F" said Dilly,
impatiently.
Il expect it's worth more'n peck
of cherries to draw i'm, but I'm one
that likes to do a favor. You mustn't
say nothing about it, cause mebbe his
owner wouldn't want him drawed. l
can't bring him regular, but I'll bring
him whenever 1 can. Them cherries
must be blackhearts you know"
He was a prettier colt than Aladdin:
Oily clapped her hands with delightat
the first sight she had of him; and
when Josh brought him over, his nat
urally lively spirits We're subdued by
the strangeness of his surroundings, so
that he stood quietly by Beauty's side,
and Beauty turned her head with a
mOtherly look toward him. and they
both rem aimed in delightful position
long enough for Oily to make a rough
outline sketch.
1t was a graceful and spirited sketch.
II shall succeed! l shall win the
prizew cried Oily, whirling staid Marg-
cry into q wild waltz, in which the
gobbler pursued them, enraged by
Dnly's futtering red sash, and got him
self into difficulty with SanchO, the pug
puppy, who was also moved to join in
the dance, and there was a general up
roar in the barn.
But Oily sobered down again very
soon, and worked on her sketch even
| by lamp-light.
Josh Haight was as good rs his word !;
he was even better; he brought the
pony over four times, because on the
third occasion the pony's natural spirits
overcame his discretion, and Oily
found it undesirable to finish him with
his heels in the air
Dilly's success was even greater than
she had anticipated; she had never
drawn any thing so well before.
1t had become fashionable among the
| girls not to show their drawings, nor
10 reveal the subjects to each other.
! There was mystery in the air, and it
added to the excitement. Chatty Ark
wright was more worn and pale with
anxiety every day, and as Oily put the
finishing touches to her picture,
| Chatty's face would rise before her and
chill all her glowing pride. She
couldn't keep Chatty out of her
thoughts.
The afternoon before the drawings
We're to be sent in TO the judges, Chatty
ran out and called Oily as she was go
ing by. She had her dIsfwing in her
| hand.
Il must show it to You, Oily. l
want YOU to tell me honestly whether
you think yours is better or not. You
can't understand how much difference
it makes 10 me. There doesn't seem
/ to be any chance for me unless l can